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Marcus's stomach did backflips as he approached the chain-link fence. The Moreno twins' padel court gleamed under the July sun, and beyond it, the pool shimmered like an invitation...
Maya's new hat was already two sizes too big, sitting awkwardly on her head like a crown she didn't deserve. Her mom had bought it yesterday, insisting, "It's your signature look n...
The chain-link fence around the abandoned aquatic center had been cut for months, a secret passage known only to the local kids. Maya and I had spent every summer Friday here since...
Maya's charging cable was literally hanging by a thread—three copper wires exposed like the nerve endings of her entire social life. Her iPhone bobbed at 4%, flickering like a dyin...
Marco's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving two dark streaks on the denim. Great. Now he looked like he was nervous AND had questionable hy...
The vitamin gummies sat untouched on Maya's nightstand, right next to the stack of AP Biology flashcards she was supposed to be reviewing. At sixteen, she'd mastered the art of app...
The blue hair had seemed like a great idea at 2 AM when I'd watched the last TikTok tutorial and decided fuck it, why not. Now, standing at the edge of Jordan's pool with chlorine ...
Marcus stared at his reflection, fingers tugging at the neon-orange strands. His hair looked like a traffic cone exploded on his head. "Bro, that's gonna wash out, right?" his be...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my chance to finally make friends at this new school. I'd moved to California three months ago, and honestly? Still eating lunc...
I stood by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda, trying to look busy. Everyone at Maya's pool party seemed to know the secret handshake of being cool except me. The popular kid...
I pressed my back against the garage wall, playing spy like my life depended on it. From here, I could see everything happening at Maya's pool party without actually having to, lik...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizzy disaster into something party-worthy, but humidity had other plans. She grabbed her dad's old ...